Rukia saw that gentle smile as nothing less than the savage grin of a demon from Hell.
After only a moment's delay, the middle-aged man came chasing after her, cursing all the way.
Seeing the thief stopped, the man was immediately overjoyed. "Thank you, sir... sir..."
Just as he was about to offer his thanks, the middle-aged man clearly saw the appearance of the man standing before Rukia.
A dazzling white haori fluttered in the wind beneath the sunlight.
In an instant, large beads of cold sweat seeped from his forehead and ran down his scar-crossed face, soaking straight through his undershirt.
Though his clothes were drenched in sweat, the middle-aged man felt as if he had been thrown into the depths of winter. All it would take was one look from the other man for him to drop to his knees.
"What 'sir'..."
Su Feng's gaze shifted onto the man. With a thud, the middle-aged man's knees slammed into the ground as he knelt heavily.
Rukia sucked in a sharp breath at the sight.
She suddenly remembered that the stall she had stolen from belonged to a thug named Serizawa Tamon. Could this guy in front of her be...
Before Rukia could react, another group hurried over from the distance.
Their leader had a vicious face and radiated a frightening presence. Spiritual pressure faintly stirred around him.
"Bullying a bunch like this..."
Su Feng muttered, "Isn't that a bit excessive?"
As one of the outer districts of Rukongai, Inutsuri District had no shortage of people comparable to Shinigami Soldiers. Some might even be on par with Seated Officers.
Even someone as strong as Kenpachi Zaraki had come from Rukongai. What was impossible?
Still, these crooked melons and cracked dates before him truly gave him no desire to fight.
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